The handwriting on the notebook.

"How could Xuehua be crazy?"

This is my sister's handwriting.

He will remember it all his life.

It can’t be wrong, it’s her, it’s really her.

"She fled to Red Star Town. They all said my mother was very beautiful. There were many gangsters at that time..."

"Stop talking." Cai Weihua couldn't listen any more.

In that turbulent era, her pretty face was the original sin.

I don’t know how many people will target me.

He shouldn't have brought her along, so that she wouldn't have encountered those terrible things.

Cai Weihua couldn't even imagine how scared and helpless Cai Xuehua must have felt when she was awake.

She was afraid that he was waiting for her to pick him up every moment.

It was his fault. He had been looking for her for so many years, but he didn't expect that the person was right under his nose.

And she suffered a lot.

"This peace locket was also left to me by her."

Song Qingdai took out the peace locket that was hanging around her neck and hidden in her clothes.

She thought that this should be one of the objects that could prove her mother's identity.

"A peace locket?"

"The key, it's the key!"

Jiang He became even more excited.

"Lao Cai, it's the key, it's really the key, we found the key!"

It’s hope, the hope of going back.

"What if we find her? Xuehua is dead, she is dead..."

Cai Weihua covered his face and cried bitterly.

Before this, he was more eager to find the key than anyone else, but now looking at the diary left by his sister, he suddenly felt that the key was not important at all.

Only my sister is the most important.

"Key? Isn't this a peace locket?" Song Qingdai asked puzzledly.

What could a peace locket be a key to?

Although this peace locket looks very much like jade, it does not feel as cold as jade, nor is it oily and clear. I wonder what material it is made of.

If it was valuable jade, Song Guangji and Feng Cuifen would have sold it for money long ago.

But the fact that they have kept it for so many years shows that this peace locket is not valuable.

"You wouldn't understand."

Cai Weihua held the peace locket tightly in his hand, tears streaming down his face.

He looked at Song Qingdai in front of him, as if he saw Cai Xuehua, his own sister.

That face, which was almost the same as before, was like a sharp sword, capable of deeply hurting his heart.

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